You say your soul is not so clear, br You claim your thoughts too dry; br Your impulses, they did not rain br Upon us, from on high. br br You can't forgive the errors br You were too blind to see, br But every man is human; flawed- br As he was made to be. br br You can't exceed the maker, br Or imitate each trait; br Your strange and fitful nature br He did foresee, to make. br br He knew that other humans br Must fear one so divine; br And so he put the flaws in- br And that is why you're mine.